Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The American Breed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.